Still the King

[Intro]
Here I come ready or not
Frank Ocean made this record hot (What's a mob to a king?)
Ye sounded better than Jay (Preach)
Real talk I ain't throwing shots
Certain things I shouldn't say
Cause it could bring me to a stop
What other doors could they close?
Kept in, already locked
You don't mind being soulless
Cause you climbing to the top
Careful who you leave toe-less
Cause its a very long drop
It's a very long drop(X2)

[Verse 1]
Money finna come to a halt
There's a New World Order shifting now as I talk
World leaders at the NATO summit signing it off
Mine died a couple thousand years ago on the cross
Have some rainy day money locked away in a vault
'Till somebody told me salvation couldn't be bought
Christ then became my lord and savior as a result
I move mountains with the faith the size of grains of salt
Look at all this paper I can pay whatever the cost
But can't buy my way to heaven who would ever have thought?
Reminisce on 9/11 all the people we lost
Blamed Osama for a tragedy they knew that was false
Had us caught up in deception over who was at fault
In Ms. Oleka class Bill told me Hoover was boss
Twenty five years before I ever heard of Rick Ross
If this was 1992 there'd be some murder results
My homie said his uncle told him all the murders he caught
Disturbed the more he heard him talk, but it was all he was taught
Stores still don't show us love after all we done bought
I've reached my pinnacle with the subliminal insults
I'm not a criminal, nor do I understand that talk
So why you speaking in a language that distort my thoughts
To him that's kin to you, so for I catch an assault
Or give a sin to you, out the doors I walk
But I'll remember you and pray my heart absorbs no frost
Like how Decembers doing, pray to God that yours defrost
Like when the winters through
But it's more my fault
For even lining up outside your store at four below frost
To buy some tennis shoes, that I'm surely gon' floss
And walk around all pigeon-toed like I don't normally walk
Cause I paid a hundred fifty more than what they normally cost
Cause I got mine a whole two weeks 'fore yours could even be bought
Knowing my rent is due and I'm two hundred short so I've lost
It's hard enough I gotta tell this landlord I'm short
You know like tenants do but bothered even more cause I'm lost
Knowing I know the truth but eating from the fork of the false
Just like a sinner do when seem as if the moral the sauce
I put up in the stew the more I get, the more that's bit off
The more I tend to chew, the more I see myself with no pulse
And bombed the chemicals cause death is the result of it all
Lord I repent to your for every single thing that I talk
That I pretend to that clearly never showed in my walk
That I resembled you but hinted who was supposed to been taught
So that they can improve but seen the news and more can exalt
So they can know the truth, and Imma heir to the cloth
Spiritually ridiculed because I carry the cross
It's funny how you people run up to me trying to insult
Asking if I do gospel music as if I'm the one off
Do not confuse it Imma speak the gospel long as I walk
Don't put no title on my music, no whatever I talk
It's not deluded, therapeutic, 'bout to fix my exhaust
And drive to church on Sunday morning, in my favorite Lacoste

[Outro]
Human beings in the mob
What's a mob to a king
What's a king to my God
What's my God to a non-believer that don't believe in anything?
He's still a king
Still king
Woo!